Amanda Rogers. Her music. I love it.

I want to jump off a cliff. This might be a problem.

It’s probably not healthy how much her stuff makes me want to die. I just… I don’t even know. I don’t think her stuff is particularly depressing… Maybe it is. It’s obviously some kind of upsetting.

“Love in Our Eyes” is my current obsession. It starts out slowly… she has such a little voice and it’s the main thing but then after a while the piano just gets so full in the background it reminds me of water and I just want to lie down in the middle of the hot, sunny driveway and let a raccoon eat me to death.

I don’t think that made any sense. But that doesn’t matter.

I want to curl up in a ball so tightly I just implode.